DEFILING HONOR - aemond targaryen (DISCONTINUED)

ix. a dragon

Vhagar wasn't chained up, the chains wouldn't stop the Queen of dragons anyways. The one-eyed prince had a lively feel to his steps, whereas Kiyara bore her heels into the ground to stop coming any closer to the winged fire-breathing animal.

'Vhagar,' the man whispered with more affection than she ever heard him say before. The man truly cared for his dragon. The old dragon stretched out her wings before she finally stood up. Her moves were slow and almost sloppy, Kiyara could not stop herself from comparing her to Meleys, the red she-dragon of Princess Rhaenys, the dragon which killed maybe thousands of innocent people. The younger dragon was smaller but much quicker. What would happen if those two dragons went head to head?

Aemond tugged the girl forward so that she stood by his side, he reached his arm around her shoulders. They stood maybe twenty horse lengths from the dragon, yet the whore could still make out the individual scales on her back or how her nostrils flared up with every breath she took.

'You smell like me. She shouldn't hurt you,' the word shouldn't didn't really help calm down the maid's nerves. In front of her stood the beast that was unreachable for mere peasants like her. The times the she-dragon could be seen in the sky passed far too quickly for ordinary men and women to make sure they weren't just hallucinating.

Kiyara could not stop looking at the beast's mouth. There! She saw a piece of cloth hanging from one of thousands of teeth decorating her jaws. She was sure of it. The girl turned around and roughly swept away the prince's arm from her shoulders. He did not expect it as was evident on his face.

'I do not trust you,' she whispered. He cast her a bewildered look, which was slowly turning into a mad one. She had to make her point across quickly or she was done for. 'I do not trust a word you say. You and that beast of yours killed your nephew. He was just a boy! He was yet to become a man and you ended his life! You are cursed, my prince.'

'No curse can touch a true Targaryen, thus-'
'But I am a mere peasant! A worthless whore! My life was for you to play with, I am indebted to you forever, but I cannot go on like this anymore. I can no longer tolerate being treated as an object, a scapegoat for your misdeeds and curses. I would rather be fed to your dragon than continue to endure this.' She was yet again crying. Her knees gave up and she sank. She was ugly weeping at this point.
'My king, if you ever held even the tiniest affection or even pity or any feeling at all towards me, then please release me from your unbearable hold.'

The girl could not see the prince's face as her hair was in front of her face. But his leather boots were visible, stepping closer until they stopped just barely inches away from her face. Her heart was hammering inside her head, yet she was resilient about her decision to give up. She did not see why she should keep going on like this. Kiyara never felt anything other than pain or at least she felt like it all the time these few weeks. The girl was sure of Aemond's absence in King's Landing, and even then she could not shake off the feeling of impending doom. Like he could show up at any moment demanding for her debt to be repaid.

The girl was thrown over the prince's shoulder that instant, she got some time to shriek before she had to hold onto his vest for dear life as she saw the ground getting further and further away. They were rising! Kiyara was frozen in fear when she finally found herself being strapped into a saddle. She saw the enormous beast from an angle reserved for dragon riders with Old Valyrian blood. Kiyara was not one. So what did she do to get into this position?

'Hold onto this. Tightly. Tighter than anything before in your life,' the silver-haired dragon rider whispered in her ear. And she did as he said.

'Sōvegon, Vhagar!' the dragon slowly stretched out her wings, then flew towards the night sky. Kiyara was terrified. The wind was rushing past her, she could not hear for a few moments, and she felt like she was going to fall off at any moment. But as Vhagar soared higher and higher, she began to feel a sense of wonder. The world below her seemed to stretch out endlessly, and she felt like she was flying. And she truly was.